"Barto!" Mondo jumped out of the snow in ecstasy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He recognized that the leading orc warriors were none other than his father Gesar's elite guard Bato, and his own brother Uge. During his ten years in Ogurita, Barto was very friendly to Mondo, helping him beat up the little orcs who came to provoke him many times, and sparing no effort to teach him martial arts. Two months ago, when I first came to Razor Ridge, I was also escorted by Bartow himself.

"Are you...... Mondo!" Barto looked up and down with wide eyes, then cracked his fangs and laughed, "Good, you finally look like an orc." As he spoke, he slammed his fist into the boy's chest.

Like a muffled drum, Mondo's chest met the iron fist of the orc warrior sandbag, as if he was hit by a Kodo beast, he took three steps back before he stabilized his figure.

"I can't believe it, brother, the cold winds of Razor Ridge didn't freeze you into a popsicle, but turned you into a real warrior. Barto laughed and patted Mondo on his bare shoulder. Although he was more than a decade older than Mon, he regarded Gesar as an elder, so the two were called brothers.

"Barto, why don't you use some more force and simply tear my bones apart!" Mondo rubbed his chest a little depressedly, this punch was too hard, if it was two months ago, he would definitely have to vomit a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Now you are the orc Mondo, the son of Gesar, the prince of the empire!"

Barto put away his smile, clenched his fist again, and slammed his chest with Ugg, which was the most noble chest-beating gift of the orc warrior, "It is worthy of the Shadow Master, Lord Millagah, the Great Chief must be very happy to see Mondo's progress!"

"This boy is still a drunkard! you'd better bring some more wine!" Ignoring the etiquette of the two warriors, Millgar stepped forward to lift the wolf's fur. Four giant wolves, two sitting people, two pack goods, Gesar sent guards to visit his son, of course, he would not come empty-handed.

"Eight barrels of wine!When did Gesar become so stingy and have he lost his storage ring?" Millergar carried the boar with a blank face, and turned into the cabin.

Barto and Ug looked at each other, did Millega eat the flamingo's egg, and the great chief sent someone to deliver a gift, but he was angry. However, in front of the Shadow Master, the two of them did not dare to be dissatisfied, so they could only honestly unload the wine barrel, and then tie up the giant wolf and enter the house.

After a monotonous feast of roasted wild boars, Barto and Uger finally understand why the Shadow Master Millegar is so angry. It had only been two months, and the six barrels of wine that Millega had brought with him had been drunk, and if they came a few days later, he would have to stop. And judging from the amount of wine poured into the three bowls of Millga, there is no doubt that most of the wine went into Mondo's belly.

Wine, for orcs, is a tightly controlled luxury. Even in the imperial capital of Augurita, there are very few orcs who can make wine, not that the orcs are stupid and can't learn the art of winemaking, but the main reason is that shamanic teachings strongly reject alcohol, and even call wine demonic water.

Because drinking only makes the calm mind go berserk, which is contrary to the shamanic teachings that advocate tranquility, orcs drinking alcohol is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Therefore, in the Orc Empire, except for some high-ranking people such as the Sword Saint, ordinary orcs are not allowed to drink alcohol without permission, and it is a serious crime to make trouble after drinking. This is also the reason why orcs generally drink less than humans.

The brothers Milgar and Bato apparently did not have much in common, and after a few bowls of sullen wine, they quickly began to snore loudly.

"I've heard that the wine treasured by Millega has been soaked in a dragon beast crystal nucleus for two years. Barto glanced at the Shadow Master who was snoring on the ground, and smirked, "I wonder which one is more powerful than the Great Chief's recipe?"

Barto opened the barrel of wine, and suddenly there was a strange aroma of wine in the cabin, which seemed to smell stronger than the wine of Millega. After all, Gesar is the great chief of the entire orc tribe and the leader of the empire, so he certainly has more resources, and he is willing to increase the amount when soaking in wine.

After a bowl of belly, Mondo felt that a fierce beast had been drilled into his body, and the river and sea were turned upside down, his blood was boiling, he was sweating profusely, and a white gas was rising from the top of his head. This strength is very strong, quite strong, if it weren't for drinking the six barrels of medicinal wine in Millaga, there was some resistance in the body, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Has Millegar hunted drakes?" asked Mondo as he got used to the wine. He didn't know anything about the origin of his mentor.

"Don't you even know that? Oh, hell, this stuffy gourd of Milgar is really taking you like a slave to the wood. Bartow grinned dissatisfiedly and glanced at the Shadow Master who was snoring, "Millega is the most powerful mercenary leader in the Empire, just the year before last, he hunted an eighth-level demonic beast in the Burning Plains, the Blazing Bloodclaw Dragon, which is said to have evolved dragon power. ”

Mercenary Leader!Rank 8 Dragon Beast!Mondo immediately thought of an incomparably large and magnificent world, in the Karen Continent, mercenaries are a very common profession, and they also have another name - adventurers.

After the establishment of diplomacy between orcs and humans, the clouds of war on the continent of Karen dissipated, and many powerful people began to break away from the army and start a liberal life of exploration, and the mercenary profession has risen since then. In fact, with the current situation of the Karen continent, mercenaries have become an important force in maintaining world stability, and many mercenary unions have official backgrounds.

However, the Shadow Master was able to cut down an eighth-level demonic beast? Mondo expressed great doubts, according to the descriptions of various bad-level demonic beast books, the eighth-level demonic beast was definitely an existence that the Sword Saint had to avoid. Especially after evolving the dragon power, the combat effectiveness is increased by at least three percent.

"That dragon beast is said to have been beaten half to death by a human master, and Millega happened to encounter it, and then killed it with a single sword. For this, the human army almost fought the Empire, but fortunately, the Great Chief intervened. Ugg added.

"So, Millega owes my father a favor, and that's why he wants to be my teacher!, is that so?" Mondo immediately figured out the connection.

"Hahaha...... Without the Great Chieftain, Millgar would not have been able to enjoy his spoils. Let's go, let's go out for activities, that bastard in Millega only teaches you how to cut down trees, go, I'll teach you a set of axe skills. "Bartow was not very articulate, and he was only a little stronger than Millegar.

Generally speaking, the weapons of the wolf cavalry are standard sabers, after all, the orc battle axes are too heavy, and the sitting wolves are overwhelmed. However, Barto was an exception, and he was always reluctant to give up his tomahawk. His seated wolf is the Frost Wolf King of the Oghurita Silver Moon Forest, which has evolved into a second-level demonic beast, several times stronger than ordinary seated wolves, and can withstand the weight of an elite battle axe.

On the night of Razor Ridge, the moonlight is like water. The blizzard had subsided, and only a slight cold breeze was blowing outside the cabin, which was very refreshing for the orcs.

"This is a set of basic axe skills, called wheel slashing, including all the basic skills of the battle axe, don't underestimate it, all advanced martial arts, all start from the basics! ”

Barto's great axe stood silently on the ground, reflecting a faint blue light in the moonlight. The battle axes of the orc army are of large, medium, and small according to their weight, and this is the heaviest of the elite axes, weighing one hundred and fifty kilograms, just like the one in Millaga.

"You have to remember every move,"

Bartow roared, and the great axe slashed blue light in the moonlight. Although he was only practicing martial arts, he exuded a heart-palpitating aura on his body, as if he had just experienced a bloody killing.

Mondo was secretly frightened, he had heard that his father Gesar's elite guards were all berserkers. This kind of violent aura that can't be concealed is the unique temperament of the orc berserker!

The Silver Moon Wolf King, who was lying in the snow, raised his head to take a look, and then curled up again.